Terry Pratchett, everyone.
In case you needed more reasons to adore Terry Pratchett.
I met Pterry once at a book signing- I was twelve, you know. And I said ‘Mister Pratchett, I love your books, they’re the best books I’ve ever read.’
And he replied. ’Clearly, you don’t read enough.’
I also met him at a signing when I was twelve! The guy behind me in the queue was bored and opened a pack of Pokemon cards he’d bought for his kid. I watched as he looked through them, and was thrilled for his kid when I saw there was a Dark Charizard in there. The guy made me take it - I said he should keep it, and his child would be sad or jealous, but he insisted - Pratchett fans can be so sweet. I still have the card, naturally.
Anyway we finally reached the front. There’s me, twelve years old, still in my school uniform, my mum standing behind me, confronted with my idol, and for the first time in my life, absolutely speechless. He looked up, clocked my uniform, looked at the logo, and said, cheerfully initiating a conversation, “what does Recta Certa mean, then?” I’d only just started at the school, and I had no idea, I replied breathlessly, thinking how amazing it was that Terry Pratchett was talking about my school MY ACTUAL SCHOOL. He looked down to sign the book (and the bookplate I’d promised my English teacher I’d get signed for her if I could). “Well,” he said, “you should probably find out, because for all you know you could be walking around wearing a sign that says ‘Real Bum.’”
That was the day that Pterry was cemented as my favourite person to ever have walked this earth.